Shared Line

Saint Paul, 2 February 2005

Our history might reveal

A sacred trinity of Xs in Os

In a game of tic-tac-toe

Still, until the dimmest light

Becomes a pre-dawn beacon

Until a subdued silence

Becomes a symphony

Until questions unresolved

Ring clear in young ears

Until all that's palpable

Recasts to thumping profundity

We await the felt-hammered

Chimes of our forebearers

We may not place a call

Or reverse the charges

But our hands hold the petition

That decree these messages

We mustn't break the party line

We share with humanity